"Drink," Han Ping pressed against the broadsword hard, not wanting the bandit leader's broadsword to move forward an inch, but unfortunately, how could he be the opponent of a martial artist with his mortal body.

"Get out of here, drink" I heard the bandit leader shout loudly, and with a force in his hand, the falling broadsword advanced again.

The young man in front of him surprised him, he was young, but he mastered martial arts, that was martial arts, what many martial artists dreamed of.

This is not the point, the point is that this young man's strength is too strong, his physical fitness is really too powerful, he has fought with himself as an ordinary person until now, if he is allowed to step into the martial arts, then it will be repaid, no, it must be killed.

Thinking of this, he exerted his strength again, and the muscles in his arms bulged high, and it seemed that he was going all out.

At this moment, Han Ping only felt the overwhelming strength pressing over, and then, he couldn't hold it anymore, like a kite with a broken string, flying high, and then smashing far, far away.

"Plop," a mouthful of blood streaked through the air in a graceful arc, and then fell to the ground, adding a poignant touch to this winter.

Hanping slammed on the ground, and at this moment, he only felt dizzy, and his body didn't listen to him, uh, uh, uh, he tried to stand up.

It's a pity that somehow, the body just doesn't listen to the call, the heart is weak, and the ice knife in his hand seems to feel the master's emotions, it is trembling, trembling violently.

Whoever says swords are merciless, they are merciless.

This scene fell in the eyes of the bandit leader, and his heart was touched fiercely, good knife, really good knife, this knife is mine, haha.

He burst into a shout and picked up his knife and killed him.

But at this moment, in the distance, a sharp arrow broke through the air, and the bandit leader was worthy of being a warrior, and reacted in an instant, and immediately raised his knife to resist.

The seriously injured Han Ping held on to prevent himself from passing out, and he couldn't be happy when he watched the sharp arrow break through the air.

"Hey, why did you guys get back? Han Ping sighed in his heart.

As he expected, not far away, there was a lot of dust, and several strong men in animal skins slowly appeared, and they roared angrily, but Han Ping, who didn't listen to his ears, couldn't hear anything.

It's probably "Stop, stop, captain, Xiaohan, drive." ”

After a while, the hunting team rode up to Hanping, dismounted and whipped their whips, and the horses were slowly running away, they were not bandits, and they did not care about their lives.

After all, they are still flesh-and-blood tribesmen.

"Xiao Han," a member of the hunting team rushed over, helping Han Ping, who was struggling on the ground, with tears in his eyes.

The other members of the hunting team also rushed over, and they showed their knives in their hands in a semicircle around Hanping in the middle.

looked indifferently at the bandit leader who was slowly walking in front of him, in their eyes, he was a demon, a bastard who could be slaughtered even by his teammates.

If they were given a choice, they would definitely not face him, but for the sake of Hanping, they resolutely gave up the hope of escape.

Just like Han Ping left them the hope of life, leaving alone to face the bandit leaders, they are not the Song tribe, ruthless and unrighteous, on the contrary, they have flesh and blood, everything, for the tribe.

Sometimes in the face of righteousness, people have forgotten life and death,

Fearless, even at the cost of life.

Han Ping looked at them, and his heart was mixed, probably this is the reason why his father and uncle are willing to protect the Cold Ice Tribe. That's tribal love.

"Hahaha," the bandit leader laughed fiercely, he would not be moved, in his eyes, there was only the word profit.

Since they are willing to come and die, it just so happens that he doesn't have to look for them one by one, so that all the secrets will sink into the sea.

Hahaha, God help me.

Thinking of this, he moved again. The knife in his hand is so bewitching.

The hunting team members had been waiting for a long time, looking at the bandit leaders who had been killed, and their blood overcame their fears, "Kill," they shouted,

Then he resolutely rushed forward, although there was no chance of winning, but, everything for the tribe, even if it was a sword mountain and a sea of fire, he had to step on.

Hanping was still coughing up blood, and it was difficult for him to even stand up, let alone go up to help, he could only watch the tribal warriors fall in a pool of blood under the butcher's knife of the bandit leader.

Looking at this scene, his heart was extremely calm, and the scenes of these days once again appeared in front of him.

It was so real and yet unreachable, he felt like he was floating quietly, not knowing where he had swam.

In the eyes of outsiders, at this time, he actually stood up slowly, supporting his body with a knife, motionless.

There was a breath on his body, but it made people feel chilling, his breath was so cold, strange, and belonged to that kind of gloomy.

Feeling the change in the aura on Han Ping's body, the bandit leader decisively gave up the two hunting team members in front of him, yes, there were only two left, and the others had already fallen asleep forever in the battle just now.

A dream is eternal life, and a dream is ten thousand years.

The remaining two hunters looked at each other and smiled, they had already seen each other's thoughts in each other's eyes, "Hahaha, Xiaohan, live well." So the two of them directly crossed between the bandit leaders to block his way, and they wanted to exchange their lives for the moment of Hanping.

Even if we sacrifice our lives, we will protect you.

The crazy Hanping seemed to feel something, tears slowly crossed his cheeks, demons, and love, at this moment, the aura on his body was even crazier and more creepy.

In the distance, looking at the breath released wildly not far away, Guan Cheng, who was running wildly, seemed to think of something, no, he shouted in his heart, and the speed of running increased again, only to see a series of afterimages passing by but not seeing what had just passed.

"Ah, then" came an angry roar, and the bandit leader was angry, why why, killing a Hanping would have to do so many things, why, he roared, at this moment, he was more like a demon.

"Then, let me destroy everything with my own hands," he said madly, so he raised his knife and used all his strength to deliver a fatal blow to the last two people in front of the cold plane.

"Touch," not surprisingly, the two of them were killed by the bandit leader, a warrior, and in just an instant, they completely lost their resistance, and they were all at once. Feeling that the last two people had lost the breath of life, at this moment, the breath on Hanping's body reached its peak.

The blow was successful, and the bandit leader continued to kill Hanping, and finally the knife was only a little bit away from Hanping

It's over, he thought in his heart: The stone knife is mine, the martial arts are also, the martial arts are also, all of them are mine, he sneered, so crazy.